TITLE: THE OTHER SIDE OF TIME
AUTHOR: Kylie the control freak
RATING: TEEN
STORY: What if Liz, Kyle and Maria didn't make it to the pod chamber in time to stop the aliens leaving? What if Liz gets the chance to change things and in doing so, not only uncover long hidden secrets but also save the lives of those closest to her? VERY VAGUE DESCRIPTION, I KNOW!!!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Roswell (clearly) and this story belongs solely to me. Some scenes or comments may be taken from parts of the show, but only to suit my own purposes as a composer… I own nothing.
PROLOGUE:
Liz Parker couldn’t believe it. For the first time in nearly 2 years she was truly happy. It felt… strange, almost new. It had been so long a time to be apart from him. Too long.
Turning away from her window, her gaze fell upon her bed as she watched the reason for her happiness sleep. He was back and everything was going to be the way it was supposed to have been. They had sealed their love that very night and Liz smiled as she remembered how tenderly he had held her, watched her, touched her… as if to ensure that both of them remembered this moment forever. But how could she forget, she smiled to herself.
Focusing more on his face in the darkness, Liz watched as his face contorted in pain. His breathing shallow too. Rushing to his side, Liz’s heart constricted each time she heard his short, shallow breaths. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do… all she knew was that she couldn’t lose him. She wouldn’t, Liz tried to rationalise. He had been apart for so long… they had only just found each other again. He wasn’t going anywhere.
But she was powerless to stop what was happening to him.
Liz wasn’t sure how much time had passed, all she was aware of was how each breath had become more painful for him to take. Several times he tried to talk, only to be silenced by Liz telling him that there was plenty of time for talking later. Both of them knew, however, that it wasn’t true.
Max had let her cling to her hope of a happy ever after for as long as possible, but as he felt death closing in, he knew he had to finally tell her.
“LIZ!” His voice held so much authority, was so strong for that moment that Liz was finally silenced. He waited, taking in a few breaths to prepare himself, before continuing in a softer voice.
“liz, l don’t have later,…….l’m dying.”
She tried to cut in, tried to tell him he was wrong, but once again he stopped her. He had to tell her the truth, but he knew how much it was going to hurt.
“khivar did this.” Max rasped out, his body finding it increasingly difficult to speak. “He put this thing in me. Tess told him about you… about us. So, he made this virus and infected he with it so if... when l came back to you, and if l, if we made love, l would die.”
The tears had slowly begun to trickle down her face, but as he finished his sentence Liz broke down completely. This didn’t make sense.
“Max, if you, if you knew, why did you let us… you could have stopped it, you SHOULD have stopped it!” She cried, as she clung to him.
It was getting too hard to breath let alone speak, but Max knew he had to make sure she understood. He had to make sure that she knew.
“It was you, Liz. And l would die a thousand deaths just to touch you… and be able to love you completely.” He reaffirmed. “So don’t cry for me Liz. I’m going to die here with you… in your arms and surrounded by memories of our love. I’m going to die happy. I know that things didn’t work out the way we wanted, that we couldn’t be together like we wanted in this life. But the next one is OURS, Liz.”
And with those final words Max Evans; Alien King, Teenager, Son, Brother, friend, lover and soulmate died.
He was buried near the ruins of the pod chamber where he was born. The ceremony was performed in secret and was attended by three of his closest friends.
Maria sang “Amazing Grace” at the funeral, just like she had at Alex’s. As Michael lowered his body into the earth, Liz watched on in silence, watching his body being engulfed by the desert floor.
She stood; her body rigid, crying silent tears for him. But her soul could not be hushed. It cried… it screamed out for him.
But he was gone. And this time he wasn’t coming back. Not even for her.
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The Other Side Of Time (CC ALL,TEEN) Ch 5 - 10/24/04 [WIP]
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"MAYBE THIS WORLD IS ANOTHER PLANET'S HELL." - Aldous Huxley (1894-1963)
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CHAPTER ONE
4 years later
It’s the 18th November 2005, I’m Liz Parker and today is my final day. After tomorrow everything will change, and this time and place will hopefully cease to exist. I haven’t written in this journal for 5 years, but as this will be my final entry, it’s only right that l finish what I started so long ago.
I have to go back to where it all went wrong.
It was the Summer after Destiny and Max and l had been on the verge of reconciling, he had been slowly tearing down my barriers, and l just didn’t have the strength to put them up any more.
Then, one night Maria took Alex and l to a psychic, their news wasn’t too good, but mine made me shine. My true love would chose me over his destiny, we would be married, and we would be happy.
I had been blissful… until Max had arrived. But it wasn’t my Max, it was Max from 14 years in the future. Crazy, I know. But he was real, and he had come back to make my Max fall out of love with me. And he wanted my help to do it. I wasn’t naive; I didn’t just accept his word. But he proved himself and I couldn’t write him off as another shape shifter trying to keep us apart.
At first, I tried everything to push him towards Tess, but he wouldn’t have it. I was who he loved, but I knew that he needed to accept that while I was what he wanted, tess was what he, Michael and Isabel needed. I couldn’t stand in the way. Michael and Isabel would die if I did, and I couldn’t have a future with Max knowing it would seal their fate of not having one.
So I pretended to sleep with Kyle. I had known Max was coming, Future Max had told me it was the night our relationship had been “cemented”. Max’s heart broke when he saw Kyle and I lying in my bed, and so did mine. I had wanted to run after him, screaming and yelling that I loved him and would be his forever, but I couldn’t.
And so I, Liz Parker, saint and martyr that I am, sacrificed my happiness. But what I couldn’t have known then, was that my actions set off a chain of events that were definitely not supposed to happen.
After Future Max disappeared, I tried to go back to being his friend and I almost told him the truth a million times. But one wouldn’t work, and I couldn’t let the other happen. And so, life in Roswell was miserable, but l had something that couldn’t be taken away from me. Future Max had confirmed what the psychic had told me, but he had given me something else, a glimpse of a moment that had happened in a future that no longer existed. He gave me my wedding dance and that memory comforted me more than you can imagine on the nights that I yearned for the other part of my soul.
When Michael’s, Isabel’s and Ava, (HER) doubles showed up, I couldn’t help but wonder about Max’s. Zan was dead, but what if he had been alive; things would have been so different… but he was dead.
Lonnie and Rath had seen to that. Had killed him in front of Ava, in front of the only one of them that was capable of actual human emotions. I like to think that her and Tess were swapped, that SHE should have been part of the “evil dupes”, it’s not really that hard to imagine.
I like Ava, and I still see her sometimes, but I think it’s too hard for her to be around me, knowing what her double did to everyone; the way she lied, and manipulated and even killed. But she doesn’t understand. l couldn’t… I can’t hate her for things that someone she didn’t even know did.
The “dupes” wanted Max to go to “The Summit”, a meeting of all the alien leaders from Max’s solar system. He wasn’t going to go, but they messed with him, turned him against Isabel and Michael, and he was already upset with me. They made sure that he realised there was no reason for him to stay. We had all betrayed him, and it didn’t matter if it was in a past life, or for the good of the entire planet, we hurt him.
He came to me that night and said that he was “holding on to me; onto us”, that it was time for him to let go. He was going and he didn’t know when he’d be back or if he’d come back. But Max took HER with him, which was ironic because she would betray him like no other had, could or ever would.
But Rath and Lonnie were in cahoots with Khivar, and when Max turned down his offer to return and be sovereign in name only, they tried to kill him. By this time, Isabel, Michael and I already knew this in Roswell. Isabel kept trying to warn him, but she couldn’t. But Ava said that I could. That Max had changed me and the amazing thing is that I did reach him. But I wouldn’t understand just how changed he was until after he returned to me the final time.
So I had saved him. Afterwards we tried to be friends, but things were strained. And then we went to Vegas; to the place that we would have been married. On our last night Maria had sung, we had danced, and it was almost like before. And I almost told him the truth. But the song finished, and the moment passed.
But for the others, Vegas was not so painful. Michael and Maria became even closer, and Isabel finally let Alex in. He was so happy… and Isabel was too. But their time together was too short. They had the prom; we all had the prom, and then he was gone.
Max tried to comfort me, and when I was in his arms, the ache in my chest wasn’t as bad. But then Alex’s death was ruled a suicide. I knew better, I knew Alex, and I thought that Max did too. But the “aliens” didn’t want to admit what I considered a possibility. That Alex was murdered. And so we became divided. I was determined to discover the truth. I owed it to my friend. Max told me to stop, but I couldn’t. Alex’s death didn’t add up. So I searched for the truth.
Unbeknownst to me, in this time, Max turned to Tess. He slept with her, and he got her pregnant. And they had to leave the planet because the baby couldn’t survive the Earth’s atmosphere.
Before he left, Max was determined to tie up all his “loos ends”, and after hearing my evidence, he was willing to help me. But I didn’t know that Tess was pregnant, and I didn’t know that he was leaving the next day on a spaceship.
I had determined that Alex had been murdered by an evil, shape-shifting alien called Leanna, and just as Max was about to kill her, I realised that it wasn’t her. That she was human.
Max and I dejectedly returned to Roswell. That night proved to be truly eventful. I found out that he was leaving and I found out why. And Max found out that I had never slept with Kyle. I had asked him if he loved her, and he told me that he loved Tess, but not like he loved me. I hadn’t understood, not until he kissed me, that is. I felt what his love for her was. It was a memory; a belief in something that he had been told was true. It was soft; it was comfort.
But I felt his love for me as well. It wasn’t a memory; faded around the edges, it was part of him. He loved me with everything he had, not because of duty or even by choice. It was automatic. It was the type of love you lose yourself in, the type of love that your soul yearns for and drowns in. After that I had walked away, and it was one of the hardest things I have ever done.
After that, Kyle, Maria and I figured out the truth, but we were too late. They were gone. HE WAS GONE. Maria and I were devastated, but Michael had been unable to leave her, so her pain was for but a moment but it’s a pain I wouldn’t wish upon anyone, let alone my best friend.
My life has since become a culmination of these torturous moments, but mine are every moment of every day. They are every breath I take.
I never expected to see him again, but I did. Later he returned to Earth, to me, but he was alone. This part, is his story.
As soon as they had arrived on Antar, Khivar had been waiting. Tess and Max’s unborn son were taken to the palace, and Max was taken away to be tortured. And as for Isabel, her punishment was the worst. For once again Khivar claimed her as his. But she wasn’t as devoted as before; wasn’t as willing to betray her brother, and so she begged for his life and Khivar had allowed him to go. But Isabel also helped him escape with the granolith. But she stayed. She stayed in hopes that Khivar would let her brother be. But he had had his own plan.
1year had passed by now, and since his departure, an ache had resided inside of me. And then one night as I lay dreaming of him, he arrived on my balcony, and I knew he was there. He had stood at my window, his chest bare, and his lower half covered in a metal cloth that felt like silk. When he was inside with me, I had held him, and I could feel the scars, the wounds and the swollen parts of his flesh that I had seen as he stood outside. No words passed between us, but at that moment, no words were needed. He was back, and for the moment, that was enough for me.
That night we held each other, and as Max slept, I watched him, afraid to even close my eyes for fear that when I opened them I would be alone again. But I did fall asleep, and he was still there when I woke up.
That day he spent with Michael. He had so much to tell him, so much to explain. But that night was ours. We spent the better part of the night in each other’s arms. We cemented our bond, and to me, it was beautiful. And I still cannot understand how something so wonderful, can cause such destruction.
Our lovemaking killed him, as he had known it would. I was so angry for so long at him. Angry that he had left me once again alone, angry that he hadn’t stopped it. But after a while I realised that it was what he wanted. His life had been so painful. It had been exactly what he hadn’t wanted. It was alien to him. it was pain and death and loss, and not even the strength of our love could heal him inside. So I stopped hating him and instead I chose to keep his memory close. I remembered him as the boy that I had fallen in love with so long ago, and I know that’s how he would have wanted it.
Surprisingly, my life went on. I moved so I could go to Harvard and Maria and Michael went with me. Maria went for several reasons. She wanted a change. She wanted new experiences. But Michael left because he had to. Roswell was suffocating him, and he was in desperate need of air.
But life wasn’t so bad. We made friends, we laughed, and we lived. Everyday I thought of Max and what he had left me. He left me many gifts and it was up to Michael to help me harness them.
I could see the future but there was one thing I didn’t see coming.
Death.
It was 4 days ago, and Maria had been coming to see me. I hadn’t been at home when she had called, but she had left a message. She was so excited.
It was only a short drive. But during that short drive, Maria’s car was hit by a 16 year old taking a joy-ride in his father’s car.
Michael had been devastated. He had lost Maria. At the hospital he learnt that he had lost so much more. He lost the child that had been growing inside of her. He lost their daughter.
Maria had been Michael’s life. She was his passion. But the news that he had not only lost her, but also his family… their family, was a pain that scarred his very soul.
Today, Maria Jane Deluca and her daughter, Sasha Maria Deluca Guerin were buried and tonight I have returned to Roswell. I have come back to change things, and I just hope that I can change them for the better.
Through out my life I have lost and been forced to grieve for so many people; Alex, Isabel…Max, and I can’t find the strength to do it again. I can’t keep going on like this, not with so many broken lives and dreams… and memories.
Alex deserved to have a future.
Max deserved that life all that he had dreamed and wished for.
Isabel deserved to be free.
Maria and Michael deserved happiness and a family.
And little Sasha deserved the chance be part of that.
And if all goes well, I’m going to make sure that they all get what they deserve.
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4 years later
It’s the 18th November 2005, I’m Liz Parker and today is my final day. After tomorrow everything will change, and this time and place will hopefully cease to exist. I haven’t written in this journal for 5 years, but as this will be my final entry, it’s only right that l finish what I started so long ago.
I have to go back to where it all went wrong.
It was the Summer after Destiny and Max and l had been on the verge of reconciling, he had been slowly tearing down my barriers, and l just didn’t have the strength to put them up any more.
Then, one night Maria took Alex and l to a psychic, their news wasn’t too good, but mine made me shine. My true love would chose me over his destiny, we would be married, and we would be happy.
I had been blissful… until Max had arrived. But it wasn’t my Max, it was Max from 14 years in the future. Crazy, I know. But he was real, and he had come back to make my Max fall out of love with me. And he wanted my help to do it. I wasn’t naive; I didn’t just accept his word. But he proved himself and I couldn’t write him off as another shape shifter trying to keep us apart.
At first, I tried everything to push him towards Tess, but he wouldn’t have it. I was who he loved, but I knew that he needed to accept that while I was what he wanted, tess was what he, Michael and Isabel needed. I couldn’t stand in the way. Michael and Isabel would die if I did, and I couldn’t have a future with Max knowing it would seal their fate of not having one.
So I pretended to sleep with Kyle. I had known Max was coming, Future Max had told me it was the night our relationship had been “cemented”. Max’s heart broke when he saw Kyle and I lying in my bed, and so did mine. I had wanted to run after him, screaming and yelling that I loved him and would be his forever, but I couldn’t.
And so I, Liz Parker, saint and martyr that I am, sacrificed my happiness. But what I couldn’t have known then, was that my actions set off a chain of events that were definitely not supposed to happen.
After Future Max disappeared, I tried to go back to being his friend and I almost told him the truth a million times. But one wouldn’t work, and I couldn’t let the other happen. And so, life in Roswell was miserable, but l had something that couldn’t be taken away from me. Future Max had confirmed what the psychic had told me, but he had given me something else, a glimpse of a moment that had happened in a future that no longer existed. He gave me my wedding dance and that memory comforted me more than you can imagine on the nights that I yearned for the other part of my soul.
When Michael’s, Isabel’s and Ava, (HER) doubles showed up, I couldn’t help but wonder about Max’s. Zan was dead, but what if he had been alive; things would have been so different… but he was dead.
Lonnie and Rath had seen to that. Had killed him in front of Ava, in front of the only one of them that was capable of actual human emotions. I like to think that her and Tess were swapped, that SHE should have been part of the “evil dupes”, it’s not really that hard to imagine.
I like Ava, and I still see her sometimes, but I think it’s too hard for her to be around me, knowing what her double did to everyone; the way she lied, and manipulated and even killed. But she doesn’t understand. l couldn’t… I can’t hate her for things that someone she didn’t even know did.
The “dupes” wanted Max to go to “The Summit”, a meeting of all the alien leaders from Max’s solar system. He wasn’t going to go, but they messed with him, turned him against Isabel and Michael, and he was already upset with me. They made sure that he realised there was no reason for him to stay. We had all betrayed him, and it didn’t matter if it was in a past life, or for the good of the entire planet, we hurt him.
He came to me that night and said that he was “holding on to me; onto us”, that it was time for him to let go. He was going and he didn’t know when he’d be back or if he’d come back. But Max took HER with him, which was ironic because she would betray him like no other had, could or ever would.
But Rath and Lonnie were in cahoots with Khivar, and when Max turned down his offer to return and be sovereign in name only, they tried to kill him. By this time, Isabel, Michael and I already knew this in Roswell. Isabel kept trying to warn him, but she couldn’t. But Ava said that I could. That Max had changed me and the amazing thing is that I did reach him. But I wouldn’t understand just how changed he was until after he returned to me the final time.
So I had saved him. Afterwards we tried to be friends, but things were strained. And then we went to Vegas; to the place that we would have been married. On our last night Maria had sung, we had danced, and it was almost like before. And I almost told him the truth. But the song finished, and the moment passed.
But for the others, Vegas was not so painful. Michael and Maria became even closer, and Isabel finally let Alex in. He was so happy… and Isabel was too. But their time together was too short. They had the prom; we all had the prom, and then he was gone.
Max tried to comfort me, and when I was in his arms, the ache in my chest wasn’t as bad. But then Alex’s death was ruled a suicide. I knew better, I knew Alex, and I thought that Max did too. But the “aliens” didn’t want to admit what I considered a possibility. That Alex was murdered. And so we became divided. I was determined to discover the truth. I owed it to my friend. Max told me to stop, but I couldn’t. Alex’s death didn’t add up. So I searched for the truth.
Unbeknownst to me, in this time, Max turned to Tess. He slept with her, and he got her pregnant. And they had to leave the planet because the baby couldn’t survive the Earth’s atmosphere.
Before he left, Max was determined to tie up all his “loos ends”, and after hearing my evidence, he was willing to help me. But I didn’t know that Tess was pregnant, and I didn’t know that he was leaving the next day on a spaceship.
I had determined that Alex had been murdered by an evil, shape-shifting alien called Leanna, and just as Max was about to kill her, I realised that it wasn’t her. That she was human.
Max and I dejectedly returned to Roswell. That night proved to be truly eventful. I found out that he was leaving and I found out why. And Max found out that I had never slept with Kyle. I had asked him if he loved her, and he told me that he loved Tess, but not like he loved me. I hadn’t understood, not until he kissed me, that is. I felt what his love for her was. It was a memory; a belief in something that he had been told was true. It was soft; it was comfort.
But I felt his love for me as well. It wasn’t a memory; faded around the edges, it was part of him. He loved me with everything he had, not because of duty or even by choice. It was automatic. It was the type of love you lose yourself in, the type of love that your soul yearns for and drowns in. After that I had walked away, and it was one of the hardest things I have ever done.
After that, Kyle, Maria and I figured out the truth, but we were too late. They were gone. HE WAS GONE. Maria and I were devastated, but Michael had been unable to leave her, so her pain was for but a moment but it’s a pain I wouldn’t wish upon anyone, let alone my best friend.
My life has since become a culmination of these torturous moments, but mine are every moment of every day. They are every breath I take.
I never expected to see him again, but I did. Later he returned to Earth, to me, but he was alone. This part, is his story.
As soon as they had arrived on Antar, Khivar had been waiting. Tess and Max’s unborn son were taken to the palace, and Max was taken away to be tortured. And as for Isabel, her punishment was the worst. For once again Khivar claimed her as his. But she wasn’t as devoted as before; wasn’t as willing to betray her brother, and so she begged for his life and Khivar had allowed him to go. But Isabel also helped him escape with the granolith. But she stayed. She stayed in hopes that Khivar would let her brother be. But he had had his own plan.
1year had passed by now, and since his departure, an ache had resided inside of me. And then one night as I lay dreaming of him, he arrived on my balcony, and I knew he was there. He had stood at my window, his chest bare, and his lower half covered in a metal cloth that felt like silk. When he was inside with me, I had held him, and I could feel the scars, the wounds and the swollen parts of his flesh that I had seen as he stood outside. No words passed between us, but at that moment, no words were needed. He was back, and for the moment, that was enough for me.
That night we held each other, and as Max slept, I watched him, afraid to even close my eyes for fear that when I opened them I would be alone again. But I did fall asleep, and he was still there when I woke up.
That day he spent with Michael. He had so much to tell him, so much to explain. But that night was ours. We spent the better part of the night in each other’s arms. We cemented our bond, and to me, it was beautiful. And I still cannot understand how something so wonderful, can cause such destruction.
Our lovemaking killed him, as he had known it would. I was so angry for so long at him. Angry that he had left me once again alone, angry that he hadn’t stopped it. But after a while I realised that it was what he wanted. His life had been so painful. It had been exactly what he hadn’t wanted. It was alien to him. it was pain and death and loss, and not even the strength of our love could heal him inside. So I stopped hating him and instead I chose to keep his memory close. I remembered him as the boy that I had fallen in love with so long ago, and I know that’s how he would have wanted it.
Surprisingly, my life went on. I moved so I could go to Harvard and Maria and Michael went with me. Maria went for several reasons. She wanted a change. She wanted new experiences. But Michael left because he had to. Roswell was suffocating him, and he was in desperate need of air.
But life wasn’t so bad. We made friends, we laughed, and we lived. Everyday I thought of Max and what he had left me. He left me many gifts and it was up to Michael to help me harness them.
I could see the future but there was one thing I didn’t see coming.
Death.
It was 4 days ago, and Maria had been coming to see me. I hadn’t been at home when she had called, but she had left a message. She was so excited.
It was only a short drive. But during that short drive, Maria’s car was hit by a 16 year old taking a joy-ride in his father’s car.
Michael had been devastated. He had lost Maria. At the hospital he learnt that he had lost so much more. He lost the child that had been growing inside of her. He lost their daughter.
Maria had been Michael’s life. She was his passion. But the news that he had not only lost her, but also his family… their family, was a pain that scarred his very soul.
Today, Maria Jane Deluca and her daughter, Sasha Maria Deluca Guerin were buried and tonight I have returned to Roswell. I have come back to change things, and I just hope that I can change them for the better.
Through out my life I have lost and been forced to grieve for so many people; Alex, Isabel…Max, and I can’t find the strength to do it again. I can’t keep going on like this, not with so many broken lives and dreams… and memories.
Alex deserved to have a future.
Max deserved that life all that he had dreamed and wished for.
Isabel deserved to be free.
Maria and Michael deserved happiness and a family.
And little Sasha deserved the chance be part of that.
And if all goes well, I’m going to make sure that they all get what they deserve.
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CHAPTER TWO
Liz stood, unsure of what she was supposed to do as she stared at the granolith. She had been there for hours, just staring at it hoping for some clue as to what she was supposed to do. When a memory from long ago surfaced; uncalled for, in her mind, Liz clung to it. It was from that day. Max’s last day on Earth. Racking her mind, Liz forced herself to remember his words.
“The granolith is more powerful than you can imagine. It is not hindered by the coils of space, or time, or distance. It exists on a plane above which we live. It exists on every plane. Its memory is every memory.”
Yes, Liz thought to herself. This was what she needed. Slowly walking towards the granolith she reached out her hand and allowed it to glide along it’s smooth surface.
Calling on the granolith, she searched for the memory that only it held. A memory from a time that had once been future and was now not only her past, but also impossible.
When she found it, her first real smile since Maria’s death graced her features; a lost light refilling her eyes.
She had finally found hope.
Picking up the crystal, Liz begun to follow the pattern that the vision had shown her. She worked slowly and cautiously. If one thing was different; one insignificant thing, it could all be ruined. As Liz waited for the moment to place the crystal into the granolith, she hesitated, and that split second would change everything.
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Max Evans sat with his sister Isabel and their friends Alex and Tess in one of the back booths at the Crashdown. Well, Tess wasn’t really his friend, Max thought to himself. She was the girl who was constantly trying to jump his bones. She was the girl keeping him from being with Liz.
Liz.
Every time he saw her and she walked away from him, his chest would constrict and a pain would suddenly permeate his body. Max couldn’t let her walk away from him again. He didn’t know if he’d be able to survive it.
When she had first come back from holidays he had been so hopeful. Hopeful that the distance between them had affected her as much as it did him. He had stopped her outside the Crashdown just to talk, but she didn’t want to listen. She had tried to walk away again and he had stopped her. As soon as he had touched her he had been assailed with flashes of the two of them together. And he knew that she had seen them too, even if she hadn’t admitted it. Max knew that he had to get her back. He needed her, and he just hoped that they could put all this behind them. He was sick and tired of the past, of destiny, of being away from her. She completed him, and he was desperate to have that feeling back. He wanted her back. He couldn’t right now though; just couldn’t sit and dream of Liz. He had to play fearless leader.
“It sent out a pulse without warning, so I think it was because Michael was near, but I’m not sure.” Isabel stated.
“But why would it react to Michael and not to you?” Alex was asking the same question that he had asked himself a million times and he still didn’t have an answer.
They were all waiting and he knew there was no point lying.
“I don’t know Alex.”
After that, Max once again tuned out of the conversation. He registered that Tess had left the table and that Isabel and Alex continued to sit and talk. But it all meant nothing until the bell above the door tingled and he knew instinctively that it was her.
Liz faltered slightly as she walked through the Crashdown as she watched Max staring resolutely at her. It was all too much. He was always around, swearing his love and devotion, but Liz didn’t know if she could trust him with her heart again. He had lost that right when he had promised his love to her, and then turned around and kissed Tess. He had proven countless times that his oaths meant nothing when it came to his alien bride, and Liz was sick of it. It hurt too much. But she couldn’t tell what hurt more; when she was away from him and thought only of him, or when she returned to Roswell; seeing and being reminded of him everywhere but being unable to do anything about it.
It was hard on her; being reminded of such happy times, but knowing that things could never be like that again. Knowing that she loved a man that could never be hers because of a past life that had been predestined on a distant star or planet to be repeated.
A destiny. God, she hated that word. She used to believe that her and Max were destined for each other, but now destiny was a word she detested. It was a word that burned her tongue, a word that was seared upon her soul, written in the tears she would not shed. This was why she had taken the job with the congresswoman. So that perhaps a moment would go by without her thinking of him and how right it felt when she was in his arms. Liz straightened her shoulders and began to walk, repeating to herself the same words. “Just get to the back door.”
But then the worst possible thing happened. He stopped her.
He couldn’t let her go, not this time, and in a flash he was standing in front of her; blocking her exit.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Max, I need to talk to Maria.” She was trying to block him out, assuming that he would let her go just like all the other times. But this time he wasn’t going to crumble before her.
“Look, you need to hear this.” Max could see that she was still trying to get out of there. But he wasn’t going to let her. Not until he had said what he had come to say.
“Maria tried to explain to me about you and Tess the other night, O.K?” she tried to finish the conversation with a ‘but I don’t care’. But he didn’t let her finish.
As he began to speak, Liz felt something inside of her move. She could feel her body pulsing with…with energy and she could no longer hear all that Max was trying to say to her. And then the flashes began. They were too quick to individually make out, but Liz knew they were important. Then, as quickly as they came they were gone and Liz was left there, her world slowly coming back into focus to hear the last that Max had to say.
“So just know this…I’m coming for you Liz.”
There, he’d finally gotten it all out and Max could only hope that she had seen the sincerity that he had uttered those words with. As he looked at her, waiting to hear her response, he saw her face change, and an eerie purple glow enter her eyes. Max was taken aback by the rapid change but he didn’t have time to worry about it as she began to speak in a small voice that was barely above a whisper, but he heard every word.
“And I came for you, Max.” As the words left her lips, Max saw the glow soften before completely disappearing.
As Liz’s body began to crumble towards the floor, Max quickly extended his arms and caught her before she could hit the ground. As soon as his body made contact with hers, he was hit with a barrage of images. Max was so concerned about Liz though, that at first the flashes did not register to him.
Picking her up in his arms, Max quickly went out the back door and headed straight up to Liz’s room, ignoring a frantic Maria on his way.
Right now, all that mattered was Liz. And as he lay her limp form across her bed, Max allowed himself to finally take in everything that had happened, and everything he had seen, as he watched over her.
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Liz could feel herself slowly regaining consciousness, and registered that she was in her room, on her bed. It was only a moment later that she realised that she was in her room, on her bed, with a very concerned Max sitting beside her.
“What…what happened?” Liz was still shaky, but she tried to sit up as she asked Max her question, in an attempt to regain some control in this situation. But she failed miserably.
Max didn’t know what to tell her, so he decided to stick with the basics.
“We were talking and then you fainted.” His words were deliberate and slow, and Liz knew there was something else; something he wasn’t telling her.
“What else happened, Max? I know you’re leaving something out. Tell me.”
Liz watched as the blush erupted on his face, and listened to him as he practically begged her to talk about it later, but Liz remained resolute.
“Max, tell me.”
He could tell that Liz wasn’t going to let up until he explained, but he didn’t know if he could.
“When you fainted, I caught you…” Max felt very uncomfortable talking about this with her.
“And…” Liz prompted.
“And I saw these flashes. They were weird though, it was like a memory; a flash of something that had really happened…but…but I KNOW that they haven’t, and we both looked so,” NAKED, the voice in his head screamed. “… different,” he finished lamely.
Liz was starting to worry. What had he seen. It was obviously significant to have this kind of affect on him.
“What did you see?” She asked cautiously.
“Well, I saw…it was…well, we were…”
Liz could see that this was too hard for Max to tell her.
“O.K. Show me.”
Max was sure he had heard her wrong. “You want me to…to show you?”
“Yes. Connect with me, and let me see them for myself.”
Oh, that show, Max realised as his blush deepened. “Are you sure?”
Liz just looked him straight in the eye and nodded, as Max raise his hands and placed them on either side of her face. The connection was instantaneous and Max concentrated on willing her to see what he had seen.
*********(FLASH)*********
Older version of Liz holding a bare-chested Max who is covered in scars and open wounds.
*********(FLASH)*********
Older versions of them kissing.
*********(FLASH)*********
Older versions of them making love.
When it was over, Max and Liz were unable to move, each unable to speak, until Liz finally whispered what they both knew was true.
“I think…it was a memory.”
All Max could do was agree with her as he watched the tears welling in her eyes. All he wanted to do was comfort her, but he held back until he realised that there was nothing stopping him from doing just that, so he gathered Liz into his arms and simply held her.
As soon as Liz touched Max’s skin, the vision began. Liz could see a very confused and upset Maria. She was worried about her, and nothing Michael could say could stop her any longer from running up to check on her.
Liz pulled away from Max’s grasp, and watched as the pain and rejection flickered in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Maria’s coming.”
Liz stated it like she was so sure, as if it was a fact, and this only served to worry Max. Had the flashes affected her mind or something? As he was about to voice his concerns, the door to Liz’s room flew opened and Maria ran towards the bed, intent on checking to make sure her friend was O.K.
“Liz, are you alright? What happened? How do you feel? I was so worried about you, and Michael, he wouldn’t let me come up to see you.”
Liz could feel Max’s eyes glued on her, but right now, she had to deal with her slightly hysterical best friend.
“Maria, I’m fine. Really. I hadn’t had any lunch and I just fainted. Please don’t worry and I’m sure that Michael was only doing what he thought was best.”
Standing from her previous position on her bed, Liz enveloped her friend in a big hug, as she whispered in her ear that she needed to talk to Max, ALONE.
Maria knew something was up with her friend. Liz had left the STATE for 3 months so she could avoid Max, and now she wanted to be alone with him in her room. It didn’t make sense. But her questions could wait. Right now Liz was safe. Maria knew that he would protect her and look after her, he always had, and she had a feeling that no matter what happened, he always would.
After Maria had left the room and they were once again alone, silence once again engulfed the room. As Liz stood in front of the bed, she tried to organise her thoughts. She knew it didn’t make any sense, but she did know that it was somehow true.
“Liz, what is it?” He knew that something was wrong and he had to know what it was.
Liz took a few deep breaths before she began.
“What I’m going to say is going to sound crazy but you cannot cut in. I have to get this all out.”
Max could see how serious she was, so he merely nodded his agreement.
“Well, it started when we were downstairs and you were talking. I started to feel…weird. It was like this energy was flowing inside of me. Then there were these flashes. There was so many of them and they were going so quickly that I couldn’t make them out. But I know that they’re important. I don’t mean important like buried alien treasure, or your crash. They were important to me. And that’s my last memory, so I guess I fainted right after that.”
“Liz,”
“Max, I’m not finished. When you touched me after we connected, I had this vision of Maria. She was worried about me. I knew that she was going to come up here; that’s how I knew. But I felt the vision come from inside me. Like I made it happen. You can say something now.”
“Downstairs, before you fainted, your eyes…. they changed.”
Liz was afraid to ask. “Changed how?”
“They glowed purple.”
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“Purple?”
“Um…yeah.” Max didn’t know what else he could say to her, but he tried to say something anyway.
“I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I changed you. I did this to you. I made you like me….” The sentence was left incomplete, but they both knew how it finished.
A freak.
Liz knew that was what he meant but she wasn’t going to allow him to think that about himself. He wasn’t a freak. Max Evans was special; he always had been, and she’d always thought so. Sitting down on the bed beside him, Liz began to speak.
“I am different now. I understand that Max, but you need to understand something too. Nothing that you could do, could hurt me. Your special Max,” she said with a small smile, “and it doesn’t matter to me if some of that has rubbed off on me. Because I know, that nothing that was a part of you, could hurt me.”
Max really had no idea what to say to that.
“So, will you help me… you know, with my powers. I want to learn how to control them… and use them.”
“Of course I’ll help you. We’re in this together Liz.” Max affirmed.
With that settled they both fell back into a comfortable silence. Each silently revelling in the fact that they were once again in each other’s company. But Max’s low chuckle broke the silence.
“What?” Liz asked. She slightly startled and confused as to what exactly he found so amusing.
“Nothing….it’s just, wait till we tell the others. Michael will probably want to experiment on you and Maria will most likely drain the world of all cedar supplies. And Kyle. I don’t imagine he will be too pleased.”
Liz’s silence surprised Max. He thought that she would find it funny too.
“What is it?” He asked, suddenly filled with trepidation.
Liz didn’t know what she was supposed to say. So she just opened her mouth and hoped for the best.
“I don’t want to tell the others. Not yet at least. Please Max,” she begged. “Can we just keep this between us for now?”
“If that’s what you want… ” Max couldn’t understand it. Liz hated keeping secrets.
“It is. I just… I have this feeling. It’s like… I don’t know… I just know that we should keep it between us for as long as possible. It’s... for the best. I know it.”
Max was now utterly confused, but he trusted her and if it was important to her, then it was important to him as well.
And so they both just sat there. Neither willing to be the first one to move. But all too soon it came time for Max to leave.
******LATER THAT NIGHT******
As Liz sat out on her balcony, she mulled over everything that had happened since Max had come into her life. She thought of the good times, the bad times, the scary times, and the times that she would cherish for the rest of her life. And so she began to write.
It’s the 24th August, I’m Liz Parker and my life has once again been transformed into something that I had never expected. I’m no longer a normal teenager who is the keeper of some of the most extraordinary secrets. I now have my own secrets, because I’m no longer that girl. Max Evans has changed me and now a part of him flows through my veins, as deep and irreversible as his hold upon my heart and soul. Not so long ago, but in a time I can scarcely remember, I believed in destiny. I even thought that maybe Max and I were destined for each other. And then I came to understand that Max had a destiny that didn’t include me, but now, now I’m not so sure. Things are different; I’m different, and now I have this feeling that I haven’t had for so long. I have hope. Max is capable of doing the most amazing and unbelievable feats. And I’ve been thinking. If Max can change the smallest of small town girls into something different; unique, and maybe even special, just maybe he can change destiny too.
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CHAPTER TWO
Liz stood, unsure of what she was supposed to do as she stared at the granolith. She had been there for hours, just staring at it hoping for some clue as to what she was supposed to do. When a memory from long ago surfaced; uncalled for, in her mind, Liz clung to it. It was from that day. Max’s last day on Earth. Racking her mind, Liz forced herself to remember his words.
“The granolith is more powerful than you can imagine. It is not hindered by the coils of space, or time, or distance. It exists on a plane above which we live. It exists on every plane. Its memory is every memory.”
Yes, Liz thought to herself. This was what she needed. Slowly walking towards the granolith she reached out her hand and allowed it to glide along it’s smooth surface.
Calling on the granolith, she searched for the memory that only it held. A memory from a time that had once been future and was now not only her past, but also impossible.
When she found it, her first real smile since Maria’s death graced her features; a lost light refilling her eyes.
She had finally found hope.
Picking up the crystal, Liz begun to follow the pattern that the vision had shown her. She worked slowly and cautiously. If one thing was different; one insignificant thing, it could all be ruined. As Liz waited for the moment to place the crystal into the granolith, she hesitated, and that split second would change everything.
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Max Evans sat with his sister Isabel and their friends Alex and Tess in one of the back booths at the Crashdown. Well, Tess wasn’t really his friend, Max thought to himself. She was the girl who was constantly trying to jump his bones. She was the girl keeping him from being with Liz.
Liz.
Every time he saw her and she walked away from him, his chest would constrict and a pain would suddenly permeate his body. Max couldn’t let her walk away from him again. He didn’t know if he’d be able to survive it.
When she had first come back from holidays he had been so hopeful. Hopeful that the distance between them had affected her as much as it did him. He had stopped her outside the Crashdown just to talk, but she didn’t want to listen. She had tried to walk away again and he had stopped her. As soon as he had touched her he had been assailed with flashes of the two of them together. And he knew that she had seen them too, even if she hadn’t admitted it. Max knew that he had to get her back. He needed her, and he just hoped that they could put all this behind them. He was sick and tired of the past, of destiny, of being away from her. She completed him, and he was desperate to have that feeling back. He wanted her back. He couldn’t right now though; just couldn’t sit and dream of Liz. He had to play fearless leader.
“It sent out a pulse without warning, so I think it was because Michael was near, but I’m not sure.” Isabel stated.
“But why would it react to Michael and not to you?” Alex was asking the same question that he had asked himself a million times and he still didn’t have an answer.
They were all waiting and he knew there was no point lying.
“I don’t know Alex.”
After that, Max once again tuned out of the conversation. He registered that Tess had left the table and that Isabel and Alex continued to sit and talk. But it all meant nothing until the bell above the door tingled and he knew instinctively that it was her.
Liz faltered slightly as she walked through the Crashdown as she watched Max staring resolutely at her. It was all too much. He was always around, swearing his love and devotion, but Liz didn’t know if she could trust him with her heart again. He had lost that right when he had promised his love to her, and then turned around and kissed Tess. He had proven countless times that his oaths meant nothing when it came to his alien bride, and Liz was sick of it. It hurt too much. But she couldn’t tell what hurt more; when she was away from him and thought only of him, or when she returned to Roswell; seeing and being reminded of him everywhere but being unable to do anything about it.
It was hard on her; being reminded of such happy times, but knowing that things could never be like that again. Knowing that she loved a man that could never be hers because of a past life that had been predestined on a distant star or planet to be repeated.
A destiny. God, she hated that word. She used to believe that her and Max were destined for each other, but now destiny was a word she detested. It was a word that burned her tongue, a word that was seared upon her soul, written in the tears she would not shed. This was why she had taken the job with the congresswoman. So that perhaps a moment would go by without her thinking of him and how right it felt when she was in his arms. Liz straightened her shoulders and began to walk, repeating to herself the same words. “Just get to the back door.”
But then the worst possible thing happened. He stopped her.
He couldn’t let her go, not this time, and in a flash he was standing in front of her; blocking her exit.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Max, I need to talk to Maria.” She was trying to block him out, assuming that he would let her go just like all the other times. But this time he wasn’t going to crumble before her.
“Look, you need to hear this.” Max could see that she was still trying to get out of there. But he wasn’t going to let her. Not until he had said what he had come to say.
“Maria tried to explain to me about you and Tess the other night, O.K?” she tried to finish the conversation with a ‘but I don’t care’. But he didn’t let her finish.
As he began to speak, Liz felt something inside of her move. She could feel her body pulsing with…with energy and she could no longer hear all that Max was trying to say to her. And then the flashes began. They were too quick to individually make out, but Liz knew they were important. Then, as quickly as they came they were gone and Liz was left there, her world slowly coming back into focus to hear the last that Max had to say.
“So just know this…I’m coming for you Liz.”
There, he’d finally gotten it all out and Max could only hope that she had seen the sincerity that he had uttered those words with. As he looked at her, waiting to hear her response, he saw her face change, and an eerie purple glow enter her eyes. Max was taken aback by the rapid change but he didn’t have time to worry about it as she began to speak in a small voice that was barely above a whisper, but he heard every word.
“And I came for you, Max.” As the words left her lips, Max saw the glow soften before completely disappearing.
As Liz’s body began to crumble towards the floor, Max quickly extended his arms and caught her before she could hit the ground. As soon as his body made contact with hers, he was hit with a barrage of images. Max was so concerned about Liz though, that at first the flashes did not register to him.
Picking her up in his arms, Max quickly went out the back door and headed straight up to Liz’s room, ignoring a frantic Maria on his way.
Right now, all that mattered was Liz. And as he lay her limp form across her bed, Max allowed himself to finally take in everything that had happened, and everything he had seen, as he watched over her.
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Liz could feel herself slowly regaining consciousness, and registered that she was in her room, on her bed. It was only a moment later that she realised that she was in her room, on her bed, with a very concerned Max sitting beside her.
“What…what happened?” Liz was still shaky, but she tried to sit up as she asked Max her question, in an attempt to regain some control in this situation. But she failed miserably.
Max didn’t know what to tell her, so he decided to stick with the basics.
“We were talking and then you fainted.” His words were deliberate and slow, and Liz knew there was something else; something he wasn’t telling her.
“What else happened, Max? I know you’re leaving something out. Tell me.”
Liz watched as the blush erupted on his face, and listened to him as he practically begged her to talk about it later, but Liz remained resolute.
“Max, tell me.”
He could tell that Liz wasn’t going to let up until he explained, but he didn’t know if he could.
“When you fainted, I caught you…” Max felt very uncomfortable talking about this with her.
“And…” Liz prompted.
“And I saw these flashes. They were weird though, it was like a memory; a flash of something that had really happened…but…but I KNOW that they haven’t, and we both looked so,” NAKED, the voice in his head screamed. “… different,” he finished lamely.
Liz was starting to worry. What had he seen. It was obviously significant to have this kind of affect on him.
“What did you see?” She asked cautiously.
“Well, I saw…it was…well, we were…”
Liz could see that this was too hard for Max to tell her.
“O.K. Show me.”
Max was sure he had heard her wrong. “You want me to…to show you?”
“Yes. Connect with me, and let me see them for myself.”
Oh, that show, Max realised as his blush deepened. “Are you sure?”
Liz just looked him straight in the eye and nodded, as Max raise his hands and placed them on either side of her face. The connection was instantaneous and Max concentrated on willing her to see what he had seen.
*********(FLASH)*********
Older version of Liz holding a bare-chested Max who is covered in scars and open wounds.
*********(FLASH)*********
Older versions of them kissing.
*********(FLASH)*********
Older versions of them making love.
When it was over, Max and Liz were unable to move, each unable to speak, until Liz finally whispered what they both knew was true.
“I think…it was a memory.”
All Max could do was agree with her as he watched the tears welling in her eyes. All he wanted to do was comfort her, but he held back until he realised that there was nothing stopping him from doing just that, so he gathered Liz into his arms and simply held her.
As soon as Liz touched Max’s skin, the vision began. Liz could see a very confused and upset Maria. She was worried about her, and nothing Michael could say could stop her any longer from running up to check on her.
Liz pulled away from Max’s grasp, and watched as the pain and rejection flickered in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“Maria’s coming.”
Liz stated it like she was so sure, as if it was a fact, and this only served to worry Max. Had the flashes affected her mind or something? As he was about to voice his concerns, the door to Liz’s room flew opened and Maria ran towards the bed, intent on checking to make sure her friend was O.K.
“Liz, are you alright? What happened? How do you feel? I was so worried about you, and Michael, he wouldn’t let me come up to see you.”
Liz could feel Max’s eyes glued on her, but right now, she had to deal with her slightly hysterical best friend.
“Maria, I’m fine. Really. I hadn’t had any lunch and I just fainted. Please don’t worry and I’m sure that Michael was only doing what he thought was best.”
Standing from her previous position on her bed, Liz enveloped her friend in a big hug, as she whispered in her ear that she needed to talk to Max, ALONE.
Maria knew something was up with her friend. Liz had left the STATE for 3 months so she could avoid Max, and now she wanted to be alone with him in her room. It didn’t make sense. But her questions could wait. Right now Liz was safe. Maria knew that he would protect her and look after her, he always had, and she had a feeling that no matter what happened, he always would.
After Maria had left the room and they were once again alone, silence once again engulfed the room. As Liz stood in front of the bed, she tried to organise her thoughts. She knew it didn’t make any sense, but she did know that it was somehow true.
“Liz, what is it?” He knew that something was wrong and he had to know what it was.
Liz took a few deep breaths before she began.
“What I’m going to say is going to sound crazy but you cannot cut in. I have to get this all out.”
Max could see how serious she was, so he merely nodded his agreement.
“Well, it started when we were downstairs and you were talking. I started to feel…weird. It was like this energy was flowing inside of me. Then there were these flashes. There was so many of them and they were going so quickly that I couldn’t make them out. But I know that they’re important. I don’t mean important like buried alien treasure, or your crash. They were important to me. And that’s my last memory, so I guess I fainted right after that.”
“Liz,”
“Max, I’m not finished. When you touched me after we connected, I had this vision of Maria. She was worried about me. I knew that she was going to come up here; that’s how I knew. But I felt the vision come from inside me. Like I made it happen. You can say something now.”
“Downstairs, before you fainted, your eyes…. they changed.”
Liz was afraid to ask. “Changed how?”
“They glowed purple.”
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“Purple?”
“Um…yeah.” Max didn’t know what else he could say to her, but he tried to say something anyway.
“I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I changed you. I did this to you. I made you like me….” The sentence was left incomplete, but they both knew how it finished.
A freak.
Liz knew that was what he meant but she wasn’t going to allow him to think that about himself. He wasn’t a freak. Max Evans was special; he always had been, and she’d always thought so. Sitting down on the bed beside him, Liz began to speak.
“I am different now. I understand that Max, but you need to understand something too. Nothing that you could do, could hurt me. Your special Max,” she said with a small smile, “and it doesn’t matter to me if some of that has rubbed off on me. Because I know, that nothing that was a part of you, could hurt me.”
Max really had no idea what to say to that.
“So, will you help me… you know, with my powers. I want to learn how to control them… and use them.”
“Of course I’ll help you. We’re in this together Liz.” Max affirmed.
With that settled they both fell back into a comfortable silence. Each silently revelling in the fact that they were once again in each other’s company. But Max’s low chuckle broke the silence.
“What?” Liz asked. She slightly startled and confused as to what exactly he found so amusing.
“Nothing….it’s just, wait till we tell the others. Michael will probably want to experiment on you and Maria will most likely drain the world of all cedar supplies. And Kyle. I don’t imagine he will be too pleased.”
Liz’s silence surprised Max. He thought that she would find it funny too.
“What is it?” He asked, suddenly filled with trepidation.
Liz didn’t know what she was supposed to say. So she just opened her mouth and hoped for the best.
“I don’t want to tell the others. Not yet at least. Please Max,” she begged. “Can we just keep this between us for now?”
“If that’s what you want… ” Max couldn’t understand it. Liz hated keeping secrets.
“It is. I just… I have this feeling. It’s like… I don’t know… I just know that we should keep it between us for as long as possible. It’s... for the best. I know it.”
Max was now utterly confused, but he trusted her and if it was important to her, then it was important to him as well.
And so they both just sat there. Neither willing to be the first one to move. But all too soon it came time for Max to leave.
******LATER THAT NIGHT******
As Liz sat out on her balcony, she mulled over everything that had happened since Max had come into her life. She thought of the good times, the bad times, the scary times, and the times that she would cherish for the rest of her life. And so she began to write.
It’s the 24th August, I’m Liz Parker and my life has once again been transformed into something that I had never expected. I’m no longer a normal teenager who is the keeper of some of the most extraordinary secrets. I now have my own secrets, because I’m no longer that girl. Max Evans has changed me and now a part of him flows through my veins, as deep and irreversible as his hold upon my heart and soul. Not so long ago, but in a time I can scarcely remember, I believed in destiny. I even thought that maybe Max and I were destined for each other. And then I came to understand that Max had a destiny that didn’t include me, but now, now I’m not so sure. Things are different; I’m different, and now I have this feeling that I haven’t had for so long. I have hope. Max is capable of doing the most amazing and unbelievable feats. And I’ve been thinking. If Max can change the smallest of small town girls into something different; unique, and maybe even special, just maybe he can change destiny too.
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"MAYBE THIS WORLD IS ANOTHER PLANET'S HELL." - Aldous Huxley (1894-1963)
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AN: SHORT PART... and also this is ALL MAx and Liz, with a few of the others thrown in here and there... but rest assured, i am a dreamer through and through!
CHAPTER THREE
Liz ran a hand through her long hair. She had never been this frustrated in her entire life.
“Look. I’m trying Max. It’s not that easy.”
“I know, and I’m sorr”
“DON’T BE SORRY!!!” She practically yelled. taking a deep breath she continued in a more calm manner. “I don’t want you to be sorry Max. I want you to help me.”
He knew she was right. Saying sorry hadn’t helped the other 47 times he had said it, and it clearly wasn’t helping now. But still he kept saying it. He wasn’t exactly sure why he kept saying it, but if he was honest with himself, he knew exactly why he kept saying it. It was because deep down, he wasn’t sorry. Sure he was sorry for changing her life so much, but he wasn’t sorry that it was changed. It didn’t make sense, not even to him. But it was true. He was happy that they were speaking. Happy that they were spending time together. Happy that they were becoming close again. And he was happy that he could be there at night when she needed him.
But he wasn’t happy about keeping it a secret. They were sneaking around. Lying to their friends. He understood that she had her reasons… she could see the future after all.
“Your right. Let’s try something different.” Max said as he sat down upon the nearest boulder and crossed his legs infront of him. “Come on, sit with me.”
Liz slowly approached the rock and lowered herself down upon it until she too was sitting. But it wasn’t trepidation as max thought, that caused her to move so slowly. The truth was that she was tired. She knew that she needed to save her energy for the future, but every night the feelings would keep her awake. But it helped to have Max there. He was the only thing that could soothe her soul when it all became too much. When the feelings threatened to consume her. As cliché as it was, he was her light, her rock. He saved her from being pulled into the darkness that clawed. And it was darkness. It was all she could see. But she could also feel pain….and the loss. And she could sense death lurking around the corner, just waiting for her to screw it all up. But she didn’t know what she would screw-up. She couldn’t see it.
And that’s when she would cling to him. She would allow him to hold her close and she would allow their connection to lull her to sleep as the images of their happiest moments washed over her, and soothed her battered soul.
“O.K. I’ve been thinking. Maybe if we connected, and then I used my powers, you’d get first-hand knowledge of what to do. It’d be just like getting…the inside scoop on everything. You’d be able to see, feel and experience what you have to do.”
The idea sounded pretty good to Liz and she readily agreed.
CHAPTER THREE
Liz ran a hand through her long hair. She had never been this frustrated in her entire life.
“Look. I’m trying Max. It’s not that easy.”
“I know, and I’m sorr”
“DON’T BE SORRY!!!” She practically yelled. taking a deep breath she continued in a more calm manner. “I don’t want you to be sorry Max. I want you to help me.”
He knew she was right. Saying sorry hadn’t helped the other 47 times he had said it, and it clearly wasn’t helping now. But still he kept saying it. He wasn’t exactly sure why he kept saying it, but if he was honest with himself, he knew exactly why he kept saying it. It was because deep down, he wasn’t sorry. Sure he was sorry for changing her life so much, but he wasn’t sorry that it was changed. It didn’t make sense, not even to him. But it was true. He was happy that they were speaking. Happy that they were spending time together. Happy that they were becoming close again. And he was happy that he could be there at night when she needed him.
But he wasn’t happy about keeping it a secret. They were sneaking around. Lying to their friends. He understood that she had her reasons… she could see the future after all.
“Your right. Let’s try something different.” Max said as he sat down upon the nearest boulder and crossed his legs infront of him. “Come on, sit with me.”
Liz slowly approached the rock and lowered herself down upon it until she too was sitting. But it wasn’t trepidation as max thought, that caused her to move so slowly. The truth was that she was tired. She knew that she needed to save her energy for the future, but every night the feelings would keep her awake. But it helped to have Max there. He was the only thing that could soothe her soul when it all became too much. When the feelings threatened to consume her. As cliché as it was, he was her light, her rock. He saved her from being pulled into the darkness that clawed. And it was darkness. It was all she could see. But she could also feel pain….and the loss. And she could sense death lurking around the corner, just waiting for her to screw it all up. But she didn’t know what she would screw-up. She couldn’t see it.
And that’s when she would cling to him. She would allow him to hold her close and she would allow their connection to lull her to sleep as the images of their happiest moments washed over her, and soothed her battered soul.
“O.K. I’ve been thinking. Maybe if we connected, and then I used my powers, you’d get first-hand knowledge of what to do. It’d be just like getting…the inside scoop on everything. You’d be able to see, feel and experience what you have to do.”
The idea sounded pretty good to Liz and she readily agreed.
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CHAPTER FOUR
It’s October 25th, I’m Liz Parker, and these days I’m even surprising myself. I’ve always considered myself to be a nice person; the kind that is polite and kind. Someone who helps others……….and doesn’t hold grudges. But tonight I have come to realise that I’m not that person.
******************EARLIER THAT EVENING*********************
Liz’s powers had progressed at a rate that even astounded Max, but she had worked hard to get them under control. Now, she could even block some of the feelings… some of the pain that haunted her at night and kept her from sleep.
Her powers were also strong. So far they had discovered that she could see the future, manipulate molecular structures and also make people see something that wasn’t real. It was similar to Tess’ mindwarp, but different. Liz could only project memories and flashes that she had seen. But she refused to use her power.
She had practiced for hours, but this was her first actual test. It wasn’t hypothetical anymore.
Tonight she was putting them to the test and Liz could only hope that she would pass.
“Maybe if you touch something that belongs to her, you’ll get a flash or something that could help us.”
Liz was concentrating as hard as she could, but… “I cant.”
Max understood that Tess wasn’t Liz’s favourite person, but he knew Liz to her very soul and he knew that she would help any way that she could. Because that was the type of person that she was. But it wasn’t just about Tess anymore… Isabel was missing too. It was her birthday… and she was missing.
“Just clear your mind, Liz. Don’t wait for it appear… will it. Make it come to you.”
Max watched intently as Liz once again closed her eyes, his heart clenching as he watched her face tense with concentration. This had to work. When suddenly her tear filled eyes opened, Max knew without her saying anything that she hadn’t seen anything. And he could see that that knowledge was tearing her up inside.
“I’m so sorry Max. I… I can’t see anything. And I tried. I swear…” Her voice trembled out through her tears.
“I know you did. We’ll find some other way, I swear. It’s okay, Liz.” At that moment, all Max wanted to do was comfort her, hold her and let her know that it really was okay. That he would make it all okay. All because he loved her. But right now he had to find his sister… and Tess.
*******************END OF FLASHBACK************************
I’m not that person because I didn’t help them because I couldn’t bring myself to help her.. Since she arrived, I have held onto the belief that Tess was this horrible person… that she couldn’t be trusted and that she wasn’t even human. I’ve always had this feeling like she didn’t feel things the way everyone else does… I thought her incapable of compassion, of caring for anything beyond her own needs. But tonight seems to have proven that the only horrible person… is me. I’m no longer the perfect Liz Parker… because I am holding a grudge. And I was the one that let people suffer.
It’s October 25th, I’m Liz Parker, and these days I’m even surprising myself. I’ve always considered myself to be a nice person; the kind that is polite and kind. Someone who helps others……….and doesn’t hold grudges. But tonight I have come to realise that I’m not that person.
******************EARLIER THAT EVENING*********************
Liz’s powers had progressed at a rate that even astounded Max, but she had worked hard to get them under control. Now, she could even block some of the feelings… some of the pain that haunted her at night and kept her from sleep.
Her powers were also strong. So far they had discovered that she could see the future, manipulate molecular structures and also make people see something that wasn’t real. It was similar to Tess’ mindwarp, but different. Liz could only project memories and flashes that she had seen. But she refused to use her power.
She had practiced for hours, but this was her first actual test. It wasn’t hypothetical anymore.
Tonight she was putting them to the test and Liz could only hope that she would pass.
“Maybe if you touch something that belongs to her, you’ll get a flash or something that could help us.”
Liz was concentrating as hard as she could, but… “I cant.”
Max understood that Tess wasn’t Liz’s favourite person, but he knew Liz to her very soul and he knew that she would help any way that she could. Because that was the type of person that she was. But it wasn’t just about Tess anymore… Isabel was missing too. It was her birthday… and she was missing.
“Just clear your mind, Liz. Don’t wait for it appear… will it. Make it come to you.”
Max watched intently as Liz once again closed her eyes, his heart clenching as he watched her face tense with concentration. This had to work. When suddenly her tear filled eyes opened, Max knew without her saying anything that she hadn’t seen anything. And he could see that that knowledge was tearing her up inside.
“I’m so sorry Max. I… I can’t see anything. And I tried. I swear…” Her voice trembled out through her tears.
“I know you did. We’ll find some other way, I swear. It’s okay, Liz.” At that moment, all Max wanted to do was comfort her, hold her and let her know that it really was okay. That he would make it all okay. All because he loved her. But right now he had to find his sister… and Tess.
*******************END OF FLASHBACK************************
I’m not that person because I didn’t help them because I couldn’t bring myself to help her.. Since she arrived, I have held onto the belief that Tess was this horrible person… that she couldn’t be trusted and that she wasn’t even human. I’ve always had this feeling like she didn’t feel things the way everyone else does… I thought her incapable of compassion, of caring for anything beyond her own needs. But tonight seems to have proven that the only horrible person… is me. I’m no longer the perfect Liz Parker… because I am holding a grudge. And I was the one that let people suffer.
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CHAPTER FIVE:
Max sat dejectedly at his usual booth in the Crashdown. It had only been a few weeks since Isabel’s party, Tess’ kidnapping and Isabel’s showdown with Whittaker. So much had happened and nothing was the same. Isabel wouldn’t even look at him. And that hurt. He needed her, always had, and now it seemed as if she didn’t need him anymore.
And then there was Michael’s news. He had a twin, a double out there somewhere. And so did Michael. And Isabel. And Tess. And he had no idea what they were like or what he was supposed to do about them.
Feeling Liz walk into the room, Max tried to extricate himself from his current melancholy state. It was a weird feeling, but strangely comforting to know for sure that she was there. Before everything had happened, he would feel the change she would cause in a room. He could never understand it… but the room just felt different to him. And he would know that it was because of her. But now, now he knew when she was there. He could feel her very essence and he wondered, not for the first time, whether she could feel his. Was it imprinted on her soul like it was on his?
“Max, are you ready?”
Her voice shocked him and Max was embarrassed that he had allowed himself to get so caught up in his thoughts.
“Um. yeah, sure… let’s go.” He said as he stood up and walked out beside her.
Nothing more was really said as they drove out to where they practiced in the desert. Liz tried to make idle chit-chat, but it was useless, and after a while she gave up and accepted the silence.
During the training session Max so distracted that nothing Liz said or did could sustain his attention. Liz even tried to get his attention by turning every piece of clothing that he was wearing pink, her hair purple and his a shocking white blond. Nothing worked.
After practicing for over an hour in nearly complete silence, Liz was more than ready to leave when Max finally suggested it was time to head home.
All the way back into town, Liz couldn’t help but be worried about Max. She had never seen him like this before. He looked so… defeated. Liz knew what kind of pressure was on him from everyone, from himself, and she was concerned that it had finally all become too much for him. He was only human afterall. Well… partly anyway. When they reached the Crashdown, Liz finally summed up the courage to ask him what was wrong.
“Max.” Liz watched as he turned slightly to look at her.
“What’s wrong? You’ve been pre-occupied all afternoon. I can tell that something’s weighing on you. What is it? You can tell me anything, Max.”
Max thought about what he should tell her as he went to park out the back of the Crashdown. He could just say he was tired, stressed from school. He could tell her it was nothing, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to tell her everything he was feeling. How weak and inadequate he felt. How he worried, had nightmares that he would fail them… that he would fail her.
“It’s… everything.”
As Max switched off the engine and turned to her, Liz was surprised by the glistening of unshed tears in his eyes.
“I don’t think I’m a leader and I can’t be what they all want me to be… I’m weak and… alone… and there’s just all this stuff that weighs on me.”
“Max, you’re a born leader, can’t you see that?” Liz asked softly. “You’re strong and you just need to remember that. You don’t need to be the man that everyone wants you to be, you’re the King… you can be any man that you choose to be. And I know that you can be wonderful… you can be great! And you’re not alone. Everyone is standing beside you. Maybe we should take a break from our lessons… just for a while." Even if it is the last thing I want, Liz thought to herself.
“No!” Max protested, the force of his answer shocking Liz. “When I’m with you… I feel strong. Like I could be that man that you see in me. I know things weren’t perfect when we were together… I stuffed up and you got hurt and all this stuff happened. But when we were together… I felt like I was becoming that man. I only feel strong… with you. You give me strength… you are my strength. You’re the reason I’m here,” he smiled. “The people who sent me here may not have known it… but I feel it and I know it’s true.”
“You’re my reason too.” The words left her in a choked sob as her tears also began to fall.
Liz knew there was nothing else to say. Nothing else really mattered. For that moment at least. So she simply watched as Max got out of the jeep and began to walk around to her door. To Liz, everything was moving in slow motion, but before she knew it, he was by her side.
“I love you Liz………I always have.”
Liz could see the conviction and the intensity of his words blazing in his eyes. But she didn’t need that to convince her because she knew that he meant it. Every part of her could feel it.
Before she could think about the consequences, Liz leant into his warmth and placed her lips on his. Their lips were barely touching, barely making any contact, but they could both feel it all the way down to their toes. Neither could be sure who it was that finally deepened the kiss, but they both knew that it was what they wanted. It was what they needed. It had been so long.
They stayed there for what felt like mere seconds, but was in fact more like minutes, until a loud noise from further down the alley brought them back into the real world.
Slowly they both pulled back and simply stared at each other.
“I’d better go… I’ll see you later Max.”
Slowly Liz untangled herself from Max’s embrace and hopped out of the jeep.
Max watched as she began to walk towards the back door, when suddenly she stopped and turned.
I love you too, Max… I always will."
Liz wasn’t sure if what she had done was the right thing for everyone, but she did know that it was right for her to say it because he did love her and in that moment he had deserved to know… to hear that she loved him too.
Max sat dejectedly at his usual booth in the Crashdown. It had only been a few weeks since Isabel’s party, Tess’ kidnapping and Isabel’s showdown with Whittaker. So much had happened and nothing was the same. Isabel wouldn’t even look at him. And that hurt. He needed her, always had, and now it seemed as if she didn’t need him anymore.
And then there was Michael’s news. He had a twin, a double out there somewhere. And so did Michael. And Isabel. And Tess. And he had no idea what they were like or what he was supposed to do about them.
Feeling Liz walk into the room, Max tried to extricate himself from his current melancholy state. It was a weird feeling, but strangely comforting to know for sure that she was there. Before everything had happened, he would feel the change she would cause in a room. He could never understand it… but the room just felt different to him. And he would know that it was because of her. But now, now he knew when she was there. He could feel her very essence and he wondered, not for the first time, whether she could feel his. Was it imprinted on her soul like it was on his?
“Max, are you ready?”
Her voice shocked him and Max was embarrassed that he had allowed himself to get so caught up in his thoughts.
“Um. yeah, sure… let’s go.” He said as he stood up and walked out beside her.
Nothing more was really said as they drove out to where they practiced in the desert. Liz tried to make idle chit-chat, but it was useless, and after a while she gave up and accepted the silence.
During the training session Max so distracted that nothing Liz said or did could sustain his attention. Liz even tried to get his attention by turning every piece of clothing that he was wearing pink, her hair purple and his a shocking white blond. Nothing worked.
After practicing for over an hour in nearly complete silence, Liz was more than ready to leave when Max finally suggested it was time to head home.
All the way back into town, Liz couldn’t help but be worried about Max. She had never seen him like this before. He looked so… defeated. Liz knew what kind of pressure was on him from everyone, from himself, and she was concerned that it had finally all become too much for him. He was only human afterall. Well… partly anyway. When they reached the Crashdown, Liz finally summed up the courage to ask him what was wrong.
“Max.” Liz watched as he turned slightly to look at her.
“What’s wrong? You’ve been pre-occupied all afternoon. I can tell that something’s weighing on you. What is it? You can tell me anything, Max.”
Max thought about what he should tell her as he went to park out the back of the Crashdown. He could just say he was tired, stressed from school. He could tell her it was nothing, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to tell her everything he was feeling. How weak and inadequate he felt. How he worried, had nightmares that he would fail them… that he would fail her.
“It’s… everything.”
As Max switched off the engine and turned to her, Liz was surprised by the glistening of unshed tears in his eyes.
“I don’t think I’m a leader and I can’t be what they all want me to be… I’m weak and… alone… and there’s just all this stuff that weighs on me.”
“Max, you’re a born leader, can’t you see that?” Liz asked softly. “You’re strong and you just need to remember that. You don’t need to be the man that everyone wants you to be, you’re the King… you can be any man that you choose to be. And I know that you can be wonderful… you can be great! And you’re not alone. Everyone is standing beside you. Maybe we should take a break from our lessons… just for a while." Even if it is the last thing I want, Liz thought to herself.
“No!” Max protested, the force of his answer shocking Liz. “When I’m with you… I feel strong. Like I could be that man that you see in me. I know things weren’t perfect when we were together… I stuffed up and you got hurt and all this stuff happened. But when we were together… I felt like I was becoming that man. I only feel strong… with you. You give me strength… you are my strength. You’re the reason I’m here,” he smiled. “The people who sent me here may not have known it… but I feel it and I know it’s true.”
“You’re my reason too.” The words left her in a choked sob as her tears also began to fall.
Liz knew there was nothing else to say. Nothing else really mattered. For that moment at least. So she simply watched as Max got out of the jeep and began to walk around to her door. To Liz, everything was moving in slow motion, but before she knew it, he was by her side.
“I love you Liz………I always have.”
Liz could see the conviction and the intensity of his words blazing in his eyes. But she didn’t need that to convince her because she knew that he meant it. Every part of her could feel it.
Before she could think about the consequences, Liz leant into his warmth and placed her lips on his. Their lips were barely touching, barely making any contact, but they could both feel it all the way down to their toes. Neither could be sure who it was that finally deepened the kiss, but they both knew that it was what they wanted. It was what they needed. It had been so long.
They stayed there for what felt like mere seconds, but was in fact more like minutes, until a loud noise from further down the alley brought them back into the real world.
Slowly they both pulled back and simply stared at each other.
“I’d better go… I’ll see you later Max.”
Slowly Liz untangled herself from Max’s embrace and hopped out of the jeep.
Max watched as she began to walk towards the back door, when suddenly she stopped and turned.
I love you too, Max… I always will."
Liz wasn’t sure if what she had done was the right thing for everyone, but she did know that it was right for her to say it because he did love her and in that moment he had deserved to know… to hear that she loved him too.
"MAYBE THIS WORLD IS ANOTHER PLANET'S HELL." - Aldous Huxley (1894-1963)